I’m famous. But not for the things I would like. Mostly I’m famous for unfortunate things that seem to happen when I am simply going about my business. Paint and grease jump onto my clothes. The chances of this happening are much higher when I have nice clothes on. I learned many years ago to never wear white. Dirt frequently follows me into the house even when I am not doing dirty tasks. Janis likes to check me over before I am allowed to enter after work. Tools often break when I use them, no matter how careful I might be. A while back one of my tractors actually broke in half when I was using it. When I am using power tools in the shop Becke will not come near me. I am often banished to a corner as far away form her as possible. I don’t understand why. Today, I pressure washed the house and sidewalks. I was really proud of how well everything turned out. But when I mowed the lawn a short time later, the lawnmower picked up a small rock I must have blown onto the lawn with the pressure washer. It of course went through Becke’s car window. It was another strike in a seemingly endless series. Someday, I’m sure my luck will change.